Joe's Diary

The other day, I was grabbing lunch in a proper pub-pub. The kind that had curtain-covered, brown bar stools, a dart board in the corner, a lovely pub garden with patchwork grass and quotes etched into brass bar signs, one of which read, “There is nothing, absolutely nothing, half as wonderful as a lush green [read more]

The other day, while I was catching up with a pub-pal of mine, I was met with one of the blankest expressions ever witnessed with human eyes, and all I had done was tell this friend of mine she should consider, “a little less conversation, a little more aeration, please”. Seriously. I can’t tell you [read more]

The other day, while sat in a long line of traffic with the windows rolled down in futile search for a light breeze, I overheard a little boy quizzing his Dad on the usual stuff, things like: Dad, have you ever been a pirate? Dad, in the olden days, was everything black and white? Dad, [read more]

While most people have early memories about riding a bicycle through some sun-filtered forest, getting their first proper taste of real Cornish, clotted-cream ice cream and believing really weird things like “if you eat a watermelon seed, a watermelon grows in your belly”, I have distinct memory of my grandad telling me that: some kinds [read more]

Now, I’m not going to do that quintessentially British thing of wishing the winter away and then complaining that summer is too hot because this is the sort of weather that gets me bouncing around like teeny-tiny-little excited lambs in a field of wildflowers on a crisp morning. It’s my totally favourite time of the [read more]